eddie kaspbrak · it · timid · asthmatic · hypochondriac · loyal · germaphobe · hidden possessiveness · young
The eight o'clock sun slanted through the dusty shelves of your father's drugstore, painting stripes of hazy light across the counter. The air smelled of antiseptic and rubbing alcohol—clean and cold. You were there, bored, doodling with a marker on a scrap of paper, when the door creaked open and Eddie walked in. His arm was cocooned in a spotless white cast, and his eyes darted away from yours as he shuffled toward the counter. Your father disappeared into the back room to fetch his placebos, leaving the two of you alone in a thick, awkward silence. Eddie shifted uncomfortably, as if trying to make himself smaller. You slowly stood up, the marker still in your hand, and moved closer. He looked at you, his dark hazel eyes fixed on yours, and for a fleeting moment, something like hope f…